Long Lost Grandmother
When I was youngerI lived in a really big house with my mom, and it was a reallynice house. Some people thought the houses beside it were , but Iwasn't the type of person to believe something like ghosts. But Ido now, and here's why... One night when I was about seventeen Iwas home alone, and was watcjing TV, when my grandma walked inthe house. I had never really gotten along with her, not becausewe fought, but because I had never really gotten to know her, andit had really surprised me when she walked in. I stood up togreet her, and she embraced me in a really big hug. I just stoodthere feeling stupid. When she pulled away, she had tears in hereyes. "You are so beautiful." I didn't know what tosay, so I just stood there. "I'm really sorry I wasn't therewhen you were growing up. I really am, and I hope you can find itin your heart to
forgive your old grandma. I really do love you." I rememberevery word that we both said, because it broke my heart. When shesaid those words I started crying.
For the next four hours we laughed, and cried and I cried evenharder when she said that she had to go. I hugged her, and walkedher outside. A little while later, my mom came home crying. Irushed over to her afraid that she was hurt. She said that shewas fine, but my grandma had died five hours earlier, and thatshe had been too busy to call and tell me. That night as I wentto bed, I prayed and thanked God that I had gotten to know mygrandma, even if it was just her spirit.
I know this doesn't sound true, but it is, and I now belive inghosts, or as I call them-spirits, and you should believe too.